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Wails of the dead



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
11-01-2019, 04:20 PM


She nuzzled into him, and he gently folded his head over her, holding her close. He wanted to protect her from everything, his perfect Zee. he hated that he could not protect her from himself, hated that any part of him could be a threat to her. It was direly unfair. Even in sleep he should recognise her as his love, and move to protect her, keep her safe, not hurt her.

“You do, you and no one else” he agreed as she lay claim om is soul. She would mention the honeymoon, and he cursed quietly under his breath. Dammit, how did things keep coming along to delay that. “No, I need to recruit from other corners of this land. Deathbelle is Empress, and Io can help any new people settle. We should go, explore, recruit, and have that freedom before we get tied down with a pack” he said. In truth, in that moment, he would have offered her anything. Anything for her to stay with him, to not fear him, to still love him despite his terrible faults.

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